Molasses-eyes

Hey, Sugar, what do you say?
Where do you belong, my sweet… my sweet?
Do you like to tango, do you love to dance?
Do you love to sing a deep saccharin melody? Do you ?
My sweet!
You mingle well, you’re delicious in a mix.
But, let’s confess, in coffee you’re a mess.
It’s a case of less is more and you’re the bane of a perfect cup
You’re the relish to desire,
The affection over which few tire.
A notion of devotion
A specter of delight.
But, I beg you Sugar, stay away from my coffee
with your
Molasses-eyes.
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This is a non-eligible entry, just for fun. Hehe 😉